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Cherry

Mirrorball

Who's the fairest of them all?

The ocean that's known as emotion

Far down the road from happiness There lies a deep dark ocean Which people have come to love &;amp; hate Its name, they call it emotion The waves...

Decision

The only thing I've dreaded Is that fate be rested in my hands Like a sword given to a Kight To kill a dragon &;amp; free the land I cannot make...

At night

for Dan

Through a glass

Some nameless voices from a conflict

Burning the Clocks

We chase time through half-lit steets and play catch up by a sludge black sea where it waits, glowing bright in the face of its funeral pyre. Time is...

Small Absences

The small absences pierce the deepest. A couple's casual public caress. The lover's right of touch. The waking to an empty bed. The bathroom clear of...

Lazy Summer Days

A poem about the hedgerows and meadows in an English summer.

Memories of the Night

All the magic and wonder of a first date, and then some.

Wiped Out In One Shot

Lacking sence, overflowing with pointless detail and driven by unsetteling sensations...must be a nightmare.

if i could speaks words...

emotional overflow...

Dressing up

At school I dress up in my own skin- wrap up warm, enfolded in me, another me who doesn't feel the pull.

Pine

Completely, the night is metaphorical for my own pine: this smooth peach poison seeps into my voice, my actions, and I am over-full, brimming with...

The Lead Story

a poem for CyberScribes and Writers from Northern Ireland

B. To N.

poem

Winter Heat

Sitting there facing the sun, I think about what I have done. Feel the heat increasing bad, Miss all the ice creams ever had. Swallowing the dusty...

Since I last saw you

Haiku

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